Freeway 280

But under the fake windsounds of the open lanes,in the abandoned lots below, new grasses sprout,wild mustard remembers, old gardenscome back stronger than they were,trees have been left standing in their yards.Albaricoqueros, cerezos, nogales . . .Viejitas come here with paper bags to gather greens.Espinaca, verdolagas, yerbabuena . . .